Vincent’s POV:

“Is she okay?!”

“Mr Halstead, it would be best if you—”

“If you tell me to calm down, we are going to have a problem,”

The doctor lets out a sigh, adjusting the tortoiseshell glasses slipping off his nose. He turns his head to the side, glancing at the door beside us.

Beyond that door is Penelope. Unconscious and hooked up to machines and IVs and being attended to by nurses. The temptation to burst in there is strong. It’s been about two hours and I haven’t seen her since the nurses took her away.

“She’s fine, thankfully what caused her to lose consciousness is not lethal,”

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